Thread: BINGO!

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger mushroom, MUSHROOM! hmmm badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger snake! Its a snake, ooooooooooh is a snake!! Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger mushroom, MUSHROOM! hmmm badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger snake! Its a snake, ooooooooooh is a snake!! Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger mushroom, MUSHROOM! hmmm badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger snake! Its a snake, ooooooooooh is a snake!! Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger mushroom, MUSHROOM! hmmm badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger snake! Its a snake, ooooooooooh is a snake!!

hahaha WerBurN...*smacks you with a SPATULA!*

WBN...aka Wanker Beneath Nelly

thats all wrong:

badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger mushroom mushroom badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger mushroom mushroom badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger mushroom mushroom badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger mushroom mushroom badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger A snake! A snake! snake! A snake! Oooh, its a snake! <repeat>

...and if you dont automatically think im right (as you should), check www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/badgers.php

There was a dog who crossed the road, and Roadkill was his name-o
ROADKILL ROADKILL ROADKILL Roadkill was his name-o!

...hehe made that up in 6th grade

Originally posted by WerBurN


...hehe made that up in 6th grade

you are still IN 6th grade.

Seesh, you dont even fucking know the original site?

www.weebls-stuff.com!!!

LIONS AND TIGERS? ONly in kenya!

Originally posted by Lowercase Society+--><div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(Lowercase Society)</div>

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...hehe made that up in 6th grade

you are still IN 6th grade. [/b]

ooh harsh, im gonna go pout now lol, cmon i know you can do better than that

Yu0 li5t3n t0 teh b4dg3r d4nc3 Fo0!!

I agree with the badger too, but leet is stupid.

For the record, I am the king of Insanity.
I listened to "Lions in Kenya" for...wait for it....

3 Hours Non-Stop.

1337 5ucl<5 @55, 57up!d @5 l-l3!!, @ny0n3 @gr33?

P.S. LEET SUCKS!!!

Originally posted by Kaniaz
For the record, I am the king of Insanity.
I listened to \"Lions in Kenya\" for...wait for it....

3 Hours Non-Stop.

You the king of insanity??? Hardly!!!

I challenge you to a duel!!!!!!!

This could get nasty.

A duel with JELLY RABBITS, I hope. No? I present you with the huge pancake army!

^2000

That has not flattened you? Well, then face the almighty fists of CHERRYADE!


(parrot not included)

I see you weakening. Now I subject you to a perpeutally looped tape of "Tiny Bubbles"! HAHAHAHAAHAH!

Tiny Bubbles...

And at the end, you shall look something like this...



YOU ARE NOT DEAD? BRING OUT THE ARMIES OF IDIOTS!

*1,983,333.

YOU STILL HAVE NOT FELL TO MY ALMIGHTY POWER? I PRESENT YOU WITH THE H(*£Y*(£QYR*WE$(UTW$E)(T YWER)(GHW*E)(¬!!!!



ASFORYW£*)YW£)*(YR£)Q*WY£)*(YT)*Y!¬)*Y £)YR)*£WQYR)*£WY)!

BADGERBADGERBADGERBADGER

I have to admit, that was a tough blow, but I am still standing, and ready for the retaliation. The question here is, are you?

First we begin our journey with one of my personal favorites:



Then we move on to a couple of pics that make an excellent story:



Now this was the before image, let us see the after:



That's gotta hurt, but not as much as this:



Ouch! Give up, well if you dont I always have this:



Do not cry, maybe looking at them will cheer you up:



If not there is always the posiblity you can be eaten by a:




I rest my case!



P.S. You should never write the word senseless anywhere, or you will learn the true significance it...

I SHALL WRITE SENSELESS WHENVER I WANT!!11111
NOW YOU FACE THE ULTIMATE PA1N THAT NOBODY CAN WITHSTAND!
THAT'S RIGHT! THE ULTIMATE PA1N THAT NOBODY CAN WITHSTAND!
YOU HEARD ME, THE ULTIMATE PA1N THAT NOBODY CAN WITHSTAND!
IT'S CALLED...
U ASK 4 1T???????///
CAPTIAL LETTERS AND B/D PUNCUATION/SPEEELING


I laugh in the face of your pitiful steaming shakespearian novels. For one, they make absolutely positively plently of misshapen objects. And to concur with Lost Soul's absolutely fabulous array of bamboo trees cd-racks, you should indeed find yourself in a perilous situtation upon eating the cupboard's supply of irrational carboard boxes. jihad.

And now that you have been dimmed by the ultraegomatic kenyan monitor features, you shall face the withstanding power of the ultra-super-cool doodyburger. As the doodyburger has killed the wicked wizard of high heels, and the ultra zebra norway heroes, you shall find it a most worthy opponent. You have a problem now, for it shall pwn you when the cherryade army completes the sacrifical virgin ritual.

The cutlery is on it's way now. They are about to round the corner of your street and run into the nearest pond full of africain fish, which will require chronically depressed lemmings and a smiley face president. You are expected to supply these, or I shall have to dipsatch my regiment of ultra-salt-and-pepper containers to crush your amazing cardboard brain into a smooshed cardboard brain.

And now that I have almost completed my task of proving who is indeed the owner of the mushroom kingdom, I send in the rabid flying carpets, who are ready to attack you with their foaming tassels, which will indeed bury you in their sprays full of toliet waste, which also shall serve the purpose of killing the entire bowerful trajectory of my mother.

If I do however fail in completing this overwhelming easy task, I shall have to send naked-frenchman-parachuters that wear nothing except singing birds to your house, which will obviously scare you. The mimes will then of course talk you into becoming the world's biggest naked-frenchman-parachuter, which will deflate your small ego into the empire state building.

Of course, this would not be complete without a bunny rabbit pancake monster. First, the bunny rabbit pancake monster shall attack you with it's bunny cuteness. This will make you attempt to eat in, in which the rabid pancakes that cover it's entire rear will devour you will extreme relish. The united states of america's collective rectum shall then expel gas upon your crushed soul.

This is however, not enough to crush you and your dance mat cupboard. I shall have to commit arson, enlisting the help of Sante and Kenneth kimes to write the longest word in the French dicitonary, which I have no clue of (which is hence why I enlisted the aforementioned cardboard boxes stickmen brain), all over your face in black marker that sparkles in pink stars. This will make you look stupid.

I shall then make you look even stupider by making you sit on your rear keyboard in order to create a chat box program which sends superdancematpacketthings to all of the world, making me dominate it and the rest of universe with my cherryade army and french paragraph rocket launchers.

My arsenal contains within it a immerusable array of poop. Under the dog poop is in fact more dog poop, which then leads us to the elephant poop, cardboard boxes supply of abstract word scissors, and the bus full of insane rabid boarding school girls, still pickled with their original lollipops stuck in their ears. This will, without any doubt lurking in my mind, make you fall over into the rabid poopmasters, who will smother you in poopy love.

What you have not bet on is the black marker with pink sparkles, which, on contact with poop, makes your head fall off. This will severly disable you from perfoming any other tasks. Should this all fail, I will kill you with the world's largest flower, by suffocating you with a rabbit's furry eyeball fish.

I sense you are not scared. Of course, my insanity has not yet reached it's fullness. You do not understand that the men in white coats are all dead. I have devoured them myself with only my ears and hands. The naked-frenchman-parachuters have now eaten the remains of those cd kamikazie throwing things that you attempted to deliver to my house. So you are therefore redundant.

You are not yet scared. My insanity has not yet reached it's fullness. In fact, I am only 10% insane. They say I am enteriely insane, but DO YOU HAVE A CIGARRATE? NO? Then you must EAT BRICK SALT WITH HONEY. This will rot your teeth and turn you into Adolf Hitler, who is now dead, which will make you dead. This is not enough, however. I sense I need to attack you more.

These very monitors sat before me show your current location, which I could not care about anyway. In fact, as we speak, I am devouring a supply of spare mouse mats I hide in my radio cassetes. Ah! My regiment of noses has returned from killing Artemis Fowl. Of course, Fowl is a book character, so they had to travel across the world several thousand times in order to find him.

They are about to fly around again and sneeze all over you. You cannot understand what this means. SURE DEATH. Certainly it does. Oh, yes, I sense it in your soul. Your chakras are rotting. They are no longer there. You are dead. But I sense this is not enough.

I shall summon the pawns out of Postal 2, and, of course, their controllers, to alienate you. I shall tell their controllers to pee all over your limp corpse, which of course is not enough. I shall make them eat you as well. Then you shall be truly exterminated from the world of the doughnuts.

(I did this all without any weird machines and stuff. pwned)

OH GOD MAKE IT STOP!!

Please...THINK OF THE CHILDREN!!!

*slaps kaniaz and truthbearer*

i hope you two learned your lesson.

Originally posted by CocoDan
1337 5ucl<5 @55, 57up!d @5 l-l3!!, @ny0n3 @gr33?

P.S. LEET SUCKS!!!

/v3... !7 !5n'7 /3r'/ l-l4r]) 70 f!6ur3 0u7...

It's getting too complicated. I know what to do!

WerBurN runs in and kills everybody.

First of all I can't believe you survived my devastating donkey piñata-like attack.

Pictures where not good enough for you, I see you had to resort to language....

You surely went through a lot of trouble trying to exterminate me and my cheesalicious personality. Well guess what, Popeye wannabe, I am still alive!! Correct! The price is right! You made a fundamental mistake on your devilish papaya-inspired plan: You forgot about my ability to look exactly like myself!!!!! This got your puny midget goobers all mixed up, and I ended up using them as toothpicks for the ever-present lack of turtle wax in the mouth of hell. That’s right; I defeated them with so much ease that gummy bears themselves were most certainly impressed with the Jackson 5 music. But the again, who wouldn’t?

You went to great lengths to try and destroy me, but, unlike the precioussss (I don’t mean the ring, I mean Bette Midler) I am not made of golden fury with sparks of majestic, yet washable, frontal lobotomy victims! I will always survive, for even if they had gotten to me, I am made of a material that you cannot masticate, unlike faeries which practically beg to be chewed, and all who attempt such feat are doomed to live a life of slavery to those who are in control of the universe: The Muppet babies. They seem cute and cottony, but they are really despicable beings from an alternate dimension, that have come to this latrine we call earth to poop on us all. What they do not know, and if I were you I would not tell them, is that they will grow up to be mere puppets in weave of destiny. Fate it seams is not without a sense of irony.

Now that you have discharged you second lunge of fury, and misguided puppy love, comes the time to make a choice, a decision that will most likely haunt you for the rest of you life, not unlike that of a morbid hyper tense crayon-loving blob of jello deciding to move when the girl in the commercial giggles. You must choose to retaliate with a great dosis of lavender words, or you can back off and decide that, although you are obviously mentally impaired, and have a complete lack of common sense, there is no way you will over outloon me(that’s right outloon; I made it up and I am damn proud/egocentric/giggly about it).

I am the master of that which makes no sense, that which nobody cares about, and they look at you funny as you cling on to their feet, inhibiting their ability to walk away, like the ninja turtle/father figure did when you were little. But then they shock you or spray you with pepper spray, and are very surprised when you like it. Come on, why the amazement? Electricity is good for turning on stuff and for sending messages from one neuron to the other (unless they are all dead in which case they are just cool to watch), and pepper tastes good, if combined with the proper experience.

As you see I send no one to your death, for I am convinced that you might use your superior skills and make them “accidentally” trip and fall into the freezers at the frozen foods section of the supermarket. Although to be honest, it won’t be as funny as if you do it to old ladies because of the following:

1. Old ladies are funny
2. They are always complaining it’s too cold
3. They don’t enjoy tripping
4. They can’t get up, and they will probably just stay there
5. Nobody cares about the whining and nagging of old people, so they won’t really notice
6. Pictures of it are a great Christmas card for family and friends (and a threat to grandma to stop nagging)

Anyway, there is no one that can defeat you, but someone from your own kind. Thus, know that none of your succulent acrylic hoodlums can harm me, no matter how much their pee stinks or how much strawberry lupus they can carry in their anus. This duel has been well met and so I will not go against you. We shall join forces and unleash our utter insanity against the world, beginning in this forum. You call that senseless banter? I will show you senseless banter, chow masters of the hobo induced lamp shade!

Thus I end this ranting, hoping for there to be peace in our own kind. If you disagree let me know, and I shall unleash on you my deepest darkest ramblings! They are things that I even keep from myself, in order to be able to rule the world without any qualms regarding utopic existential evil-doer dilemmas. Gargoyles sold separately.

Insanely (or zanily),
The Truthbearer

P.S HIR'S A DOUSE OF YOUR OUN MADICIN!!!! DO NOT BE DEVILISH/MEGALOMANIATIC/COOKIE MONSTEROUS!!!!!

I am now weakened, your blown has dealt deep, I have nonetheless responded, but I do not wish this....I want peace. I don\'t know if you feel that which I do, but I know I do. If I were you I would know if I did, but wouldn\'t now if he did. But I am not, thus I know not if you think that, yet I know I do. Now I write in a small capitalist consumerist font to smite everyone.....

and the judges conclude:

KANIAZ IS 73H WINNER!!1!


...truthbearer didnt really stand a chance...Kaniaz has far too much free time ;p

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Kaniaz has far too much free time ;p [/b]

I celebrate my victory by now forcing icedawg to watch 'badgers' several thousand times over.